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This raw food diet may be the cause of some of the lesions I'm experiencing. I first thought it was a reaction to the prescription medicine I've been taking because it was changed recently, but that was about the same time I changed my diet. The wheatgrass juice I'm drinking is some very powerful stuff. I think I gotta learn more about what is called "pulsing" with raw foods. It's an on-again, off-again approach that allows the body to adjust to the huge change in diet.
I continue to read about the raw food diet to glean what I can from other people's experience with it. As you can easily imagine there's lots of testimonials online. From what I've read so far I'm not doing too badly. I was just reading about how eating cooked foods can ease some of the symptoms of de-toxi-fication.
Another way of dealing with the fact that I'm always eating or preparing something to eat can be alleviated by adding some oils to my diet. Even some animal fat occasionally in the seasoning can help slow the digestion process down with interfering with the overall purpose of following a raw diet. I only promised myself I wouldn't eat meat as a guiding principle for detoxification purposes.
When I get clear enough to observe consciously how eating various meat product affect me in real time, then, and only then do I figure I can make a reasonable judgment about what is, and what ain't, good for what ails me.
Eating raw foods like wheatgrass (juice) and various sorts of sprouts provides me with plenty of protein and probably most everything else I need nutritionally. That leaves the question of supplements open for me to explore. By supplements I concern myself with vitamins and trace minerals for the most part. I study about how to get them into my body most efficiently or in some cases, how to get them into my body at all.
Apparently some minerals don't get absorbed by the digestive system. They have to be modified to allow them to be absorbed indirectly by being bundle with other stuff. Magnesium, for example, comes in many forms in some over-the-counter offerings.
The first kind I bought was at a pharmacy I used. They had a bottle of 250 magnesium oxide tablets. The label was a little confusing. It proclaims that each tablet has 420 mg of magnesium oxide, and just below that claim was another that said each tablet has 253 mg of magnesium. The odd 167 mg must be the oxide part.
Later, I bought a commercial preparation of magnesium chloride called SLOW-MAG that also has two different statements about how much magnesium is in each tablet. On the splash page it says there is 64 mg of Elemental Magnesium in each pill, and on the ingredients list it states that each tablet has 128 mg of magnesium. It also has 212 mg of calcium.
Calcium is the main reason I'm taking a magnesium supplement. At least it started out that way. A highly touted research effort came to fruition last year after studying the data of the research program involving vitamin D, and especially the way it interacts with calcium in the body. In the last year this research has had lots of publicity about how vitamin D is needed to get calcium delivered to the right places for the right purposes.
Other research has shown that magnesium is also a required part of the distribution of calcium, and probably iodine is involved in an optimal calcium distribution system, and otherwise you might get gout. You don't want gout.
Once I began noticing the various kinds of magnesium preparations I also ran across a bottle of 250 tablets of magnesium with chelated zinc. It was only $5 so I bought some of that too. I've sort of set it aside as a goto if I run out of the other stuff. That's highly unlikely. I probably won't buy any more of the magnesium chloride either because I'm getting the desired results with magnesium oxide.
There is a desired result for doing oral doses of magnesium other than helping the calcium tablets prescribed by the VA Hospital that I take daily along with the 1 gram of folic acid prescribed to offset the way the methotrexate uses the existent folic acid in my body. The easiest way to describe the aforementioned "desired result" is to mention that magnesium is used in the brand name Milk of Magnesia.
I've had lots of problems with constipation associated with methotrexate. Very painful problems at times. These relatively inexpensive magnesium oxide tablets are a trusty, sane way to kill three birds with one stone. I can turn into a virtual monster when I'm full of shit.
I've truly worked at listening to people when they informally or casually tell me I'm full of shit, and immediate begin to reflect on whether they're possibly right. Having the correct balance of magnesium in my body at the time literally makes it possible for me to go do my toilette thang and not be full of shit anymore.
In the past, a relatively long time ago, I became involved one day with the most powerful sacrament known to man. When this sacrament began to have it's way with me and during the rush to judgment that always follows, I concluded that I had returned to the depths of the depression I've abided, in the past, and acted upon an impulse to turn myself into the State insane asylum for the good of the world.
I hitch-hiked toward that place and had caught a ride in a big semi truck, and I was a bout a mile or two from the road that turns up that way, when I suddenly felt a deep, sacramentally influenced urge to shit. I practically screamed at the truck driver to pull over and let me out or I might inadvertently shit all over his truck. He was immediately cooperative.
I jumped out of the truck running for some bushes and simultaneously taking my britches off at the sa-me ti-me. I barely missed the pants around my ankles when I grunted out a painfully thick turd at least a yard long. It took a while for me to find some leaves to wipe my butt, but suddenly I realized that I was totally sane again. Well, you gnow. Sane for me is simply remembering how to survive in a brutally cruel, alien environment.
It might have taken an incident this dramatic for me to realize that when I get constipated I'm liable to act a little crazy, and that's the only real reason I am is acting oddly. If it happens as result of being ill and/or from taking pain-killers like when I hurt my back, then I am is sick and as crazy as a fucking loon, but with no blame attached to my temporary lunacy.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
